Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
DNA,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.